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Post by The Jenn on Aug 28, 2009 9:29:29 GMT -5
Felaria was waking up. How long had it been since she'd actually had the opportunity to 'wake up' from anything? The nearest thing had been returning to awareness inside of a painting, and then inside of Harold's head. She hadn't truly slept in any sense for over a century.
The act of waking up confused her. She was doubly confused at the feeling of her own body. At 'feeling' in general. She'd had to get used to a lack of sensation as a ghost. The only respite she'd had was the hour or so a month with Harold, and even that had stopped once she'd gotten outside of his head. She could feel herself as an actual body, an aching body with a terrible headache. Her skin felt dry and slippery against the sheets. It felt like there wasn't any fur at all to act as friction.
That snapped her eyes open. What was on her face? What the hell was draped across her face?! One hand tried to reach up to touch her cheek, but it was awkward to move it in that direction. It felt like her animal form.
No, not really. It did not feel like her animal form. It felt like she imagined somebody else's animal form might feel, if she were inside of their skin and trying not to shriek at the weirdness and the pain in her head. Loud noises probably wouldn't help much. Really, the only thing keeping her from bolting out of this unfamiliar bed and this unfamiliar body was the very familiar form sitting in a chair only a few feet away.
She stared at his dozing face. He looked haggard and exhausted, like usual, but there were even more stress lines around his mouth and forehead. Bad dream? That's what she felt like she was stuck in the middle of.
"Harold?" she whispered, voice dry and barely audible. The words were also slightly slurred. She coughed and tried to wet her mouth, but even the tongue felt weird, not to mention the mouth itself. Where were her nice, sturdy chompers? What was going on? "H- Harold? Harold!" The voice was still dry and scratchy, but she'd managed to muster a bit of volume. Her mouth felt so dry.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 2, 2009 15:13:18 GMT -5
It had been a horrible nightmare. Everything had just fallen apart quicker than Harold could cope with, and the past few days blurred into one long drama. His Club ability had left him exhausted, even if he had wanted to stay up, he just couldn't stay up anymore.
So he had fallen asleep besides her. He could only hope it was really her. It was the only thing that made sense, even if it didn't. His nightmare's didn't help him get restful sleep.
When he suddenly heard his name he shot forward. His eyes were wide open as his head snapped around to see who was saying his name. He hadn't told anyone his proper name!
The expression remained horrified for one long moment as he stared at the lizard. "Felaria?" he managed to ask as he slowly returned to a more normal position. He should do something at this moment. Water! Right water! He hastily got up to grab the pitch and glass that was on the nightstand. "Here. Drink this." he said once the glass was poured, offering it to.... er... her? He wasn't going to let go of the cup, considering he had no idea if ... she had any manual dexterity or not.
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Post by The Jenn on Sept 2, 2009 17:52:13 GMT -5
Felaria whimpered when he jerked awake and forward, a sound that she wouldn't admit to making in the light of day. When he stared, she stared right back. Did he know what was going on? Oh please let her smart, gorgeous Esterberry have figured everything out for her...
But she knew better than that, she really did. "Yeah," she responded with a rasp in her throat and swallowed painfully. So dry. One arm tried to reach forward, but her angle was all wrong for supporting her body and giving it that range of movement. Making a frustrated noise in the back of her throat, she decided that water was paramount to pride in this instance so long as Harold was the one holding it for her. The lizard head carefully stretched forward and lapped at the cup.
This was a totally different body with totally different parts. How had this happened, really? "Thanks," she sighed, letting her throbbing head slowly slump back to the surface of the bed. Eyes closed out of necessity as she tried to reorient herself. "Please tell me you have answers?" she asked with more pleading in her voice than she would have liked.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 7, 2009 15:37:53 GMT -5
The look of concern remained on his face. It wasn't about to go anywhere, all things considered. The past few days had been such a blur it was a struggled to remember what had been said. And Felaria looked rather strung out. That just made things worse.
Where should he start? How should he start. He glanced down at the glass in his hands. "Well... I guess I should start from the beginning. I managed to get help to take you to a Corvistowneian in the capital. They took a look at you and I... can't honestly remember what they said. I think something about a possible stroke. Either way we're at a specialist Corvistowneian now. He's been checking up on you periodically... probably going to come in shortly."
Harold ran his fingers through his hair. He was such a mess he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. Was this even happening? How was this happening even? The man gave her a rather pathetic looking, hoping that his explanation was at least... a little bit helpful.
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Post by The Jenn on Sept 11, 2009 13:09:20 GMT -5
Some Corvie took a look at her. Implying that they could see her. Implying that this body was as physical as it seemed and felt. And had a stroke while she was... what, moving in? How in the hells had that happened, anyway? If he knew, he would probably have told her. Judging from the pitiful look he gave her, he had no clue.
What was she, anyway? The skin looked like it belonged to some sort of squishy reptile. Yes, the other Golfam had been what looked like a gecko.
She felt so tired. Exhausted even, with a drain on her energy that she hadn't felt in decades. You couldn't really do much to tire a ghost. She became weary, but not physically tired. What an unpleasant reminder of a body's limitations. And oh, her head...
"Whatever shit just happened, I'm me an' you're you," she replied with a tired, frustrated sigh. "Everything's all messed up but so long as we r'member that... we'll do okay. We jus' need some sleep." She felt like it and he looked like it. The unfamiliar body moved sluggishly as she tried to shift on the bed. "C'mere. Corvie kin stuff it."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 13, 2009 11:59:02 GMT -5
He watched her move. Her, him? How did it work now? She was Felaria but she wasn't. The notion was painfully confusing. Was this better than before or worse? Was Felaria going to be all right? He still had the issue of not aging didn't he? Everything just seemed far more difficult... confusing.
His eyes widened briefly as she spoke. His face briefly fluttered into a smile before defaulting to his normal face filled with tension. He gave a small nod. Right, as long as they remembered who they were everything would be fine in the long run. They had made it this far, and they couldn't stop.
He made a worried sound when she attempted to shift on the bed. "Don't strain yourself," Harold commented as he got up from the chair. He briefly rearranged the blankets before leaning forward to kiss her lightly on the nose. "You just go to sleep. I'm not going to take up space when you look so run down."
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Post by The Jenn on Sept 19, 2009 18:53:45 GMT -5
Even with all this shit going down, her man could still manage a ghost of a smile. Just for her. Damn but she loved him.
Hopefully he'd still be able to love her in this bizarre body. This male body. Fuckitall. She was gonig to have to do something about that eventually, for both their sakes. She was a woman, thank you very much. There had to be some way to fix this little 'problem'. She was back with him. She had a body. Those were two pretty major obstacles they'd overcome. What was a gender and some scales, right? She smiled back at him sadly and nudged her nose against his face before spreading out again on the bed. Ohhh she ached.
"Yeah. Kay. Jus'... don' go anywhere. Please?" One of the webbed limbs reached out awkwardly to sit near the edge of the bed, a clear plea for comfort. She could take it from him.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 20, 2009 20:09:50 GMT -5
The man gave a small sigh, and shook his head. "Of course I won't go anywhere," he whispered. He wasn't about to leave her alone since they were in a strange place with strange people and they still had quite the problem.
He placed his hand on her strange new limb. This was horribly strange. He missed the old furry Felaria. Though this was at least a step in a good direction, right? It was really confusing thinking about it. He leaned forward and gave her a light kiss on the nose, squeezing her webbed appendage.
In the end he had to believe everything was going to work out. He was going to figure out how to fix his problem, he was going to figure out what had happened to her, and they would finally get a chance at "happily ever after" without having some horrible disaster.
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Post by The Jenn on Oct 3, 2009 12:53:18 GMT -5
((*headtilt* Actually, with the way you phrased everything, that seems to be a really awesome wrap-up for this part. Is that okay with you?))
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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 3, 2009 15:55:16 GMT -5
(( OOC: <3 That works! ))
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